In addition to footfalls the size of Yao De-Fen (world's tallest woman, FYI), the upstairs neighbors own what I assume to be a tiny wooden mallet which they are using to hammer nails into the floorboards for no apparent reason I can conjure. Therefore, I hate them.
So with that in mind, I will briefly also tell you that I have 'hottub arm' which I sustained this past weekend while in Cleveland. Apparently, if you hang out in the hottub for a long period of time doing nothing but bringing a glass of mimosas to your mouth, you possibly tear a rotator cuff or weaken a key muscle in your shoulder and become unable to lift heavy objects. Best to stick to tiny wooden mallets. Or tiny wooden hands. The more you know...
What else? I am attending a scotch tasting class tomorrow eve and am excited about that. I'll prep a webinar on it after and invite you all. Are you not interested in learning about the classic malts? There will be a pop quiz involving questions such as Is this fabulous or fantastique? and Have we tried this one? Which one do we like? Etc etc.
Oh, and the baby goats have arrived on the farm. This is not a euphemism. I'm excited and hopeful about the whole thing.
I need a nap now, goodnight!
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12/10/2009
They've never shined so bright
Hello to you. Have you recovered from the blizzard that affected 2/3rds of the country but completely missed us with just a few rain showers? I want to be in the path of a blizzard again. Just FYI.
Let's see, what else? I think last time I posted I was in the grip of a bout of insouciance re: my fellow man, myself, and everyone I know. I am slowly pulling myself out of that by focusing on a tiny little light at the end of an east coast tunnel. Also scotch. We all have our coping mechanisms. I am hoping real soon to make something good happen.
(Hint: I *may* be called upon to service the ladies of Lilith Fair. Again. Yes, it's true - I was once the concubine on tour, being passed back and forth like a joint between Amy Ray and Natalie Merchant. Oh the sights I saw! So you can imagine my surprise to hear from the Canadian via parcel post. No, not that Canadian, the other one. You may have assumed Ms. McLachlan was busy raising babies and doing whatever else it is she does when not singing, but no. She has been ever steadfast in wooing me back on tour all this time. There is a reason it took 10 years for LF to happen again. I have a long memory and my experiences with Rickie Lee Jones haunt me to this day. After my class action suit on behalf of myself and several woodlawn animals was settled a few months ago, I felt ready to hit the road again. No artist would agree until I was placed firmly in the tour rider and so it came to pass. A new generation of young lesbians can now experience the wonders of unfettered estrogen that LF brings due to my generosity and/or many skills. No need to thank me, I know.)
I apologize for going on, it has been a long day of planning to quit my job and daydreaming about my life elsewhere. I also played a shitload of Texas Hold Em on my iPhone, if you must know. I am now in what could be called Senioritis wherein I have ceased to care about this thing they call "work" and this "job". I am counting the days! You shall be the first to know if it comes to pass or if I must place myself in front of the Metro!
Until then, here is a song that you will like:
Crocodile - This Town Needs Guns
Let's see, what else? I think last time I posted I was in the grip of a bout of insouciance re: my fellow man, myself, and everyone I know. I am slowly pulling myself out of that by focusing on a tiny little light at the end of an east coast tunnel. Also scotch. We all have our coping mechanisms. I am hoping real soon to make something good happen.
(Hint: I *may* be called upon to service the ladies of Lilith Fair. Again. Yes, it's true - I was once the concubine on tour, being passed back and forth like a joint between Amy Ray and Natalie Merchant. Oh the sights I saw! So you can imagine my surprise to hear from the Canadian via parcel post. No, not that Canadian, the other one. You may have assumed Ms. McLachlan was busy raising babies and doing whatever else it is she does when not singing, but no. She has been ever steadfast in wooing me back on tour all this time. There is a reason it took 10 years for LF to happen again. I have a long memory and my experiences with Rickie Lee Jones haunt me to this day. After my class action suit on behalf of myself and several woodlawn animals was settled a few months ago, I felt ready to hit the road again. No artist would agree until I was placed firmly in the tour rider and so it came to pass. A new generation of young lesbians can now experience the wonders of unfettered estrogen that LF brings due to my generosity and/or many skills. No need to thank me, I know.)
I apologize for going on, it has been a long day of planning to quit my job and daydreaming about my life elsewhere. I also played a shitload of Texas Hold Em on my iPhone, if you must know. I am now in what could be called Senioritis wherein I have ceased to care about this thing they call "work" and this "job". I am counting the days! You shall be the first to know if it comes to pass or if I must place myself in front of the Metro!
Until then, here is a song that you will like:
Crocodile - This Town Needs Guns
10/17/2009
Sleep tight
..don't let the bedbugs bite.
Have you ever wondered what happens when some fucker probably in the apartment below brings bedbugs into your 20 unit apt complex? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.
Here is a list of things I have to do before Tuesday, as outlined by our apt managers in a memo today, Saturday:
1. Thoroughly vacuum ALL furniture (throw covers should be washed in HOT water) and floor surfaces (carpets and tile). After completing this task, please seal your vacuum cleaner bag in the plastic zip-lock bag and throw it away immediately outside in the dumpster. Do not keep the bag in your apt home.
2. You will need to remove all items that are stored under beds, wipe clean, and seal in plastic bags or sealed totes.
3. You must remove all linens from your beds, wash in HOT water and then dry using a clothes dryer. DO NOT put the linens back on the bed until the treatment has been rendered. All clothing should be washed be washed before our treatment and then stored in either Chester (sic) drawers, (the clothes should be sealed in plastic bags before you put them into the drawers) or storage bins with lids that seal.
4. You will need to remove everything from the walls of each room throughout the apt, leaving a cleared space of 3-4 feet so we can get to those areas to render the necessary treatment.
5. Please DO NOT remove the mattresses and box springs from the room that they are in
6. You will need to remove ALL animals (birds, cats, dogs, etc) from the apt during our treatment and remain out of the apt for a period of four hours after the treatment has been performed.
So you know, no biggie. A little light dusting. Couple of zip-lock sandwich baggies to hold every article of clothing I own. Piece of cake.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. The only reason I'm not bitching and moaning at the 'apartment home' office is that I coincidentally have to travel to Chicago on Tuesday so my dogs will be at the kennel anyway. Otherwise, that would have compounded the bullshit hassle meter X 100.
I have seen no signs of them in my apt, but you better fucking believe I'm going to be feeling them crawling all over and sucking blood for the next 3 fucking nights before they have 'rendered treatment'.
Bedbugs. WTF?
Have you ever wondered what happens when some fucker probably in the apartment below brings bedbugs into your 20 unit apt complex? WELL LET ME TELL YOU.
Here is a list of things I have to do before Tuesday, as outlined by our apt managers in a memo today, Saturday:
1. Thoroughly vacuum ALL furniture (throw covers should be washed in HOT water) and floor surfaces (carpets and tile). After completing this task, please seal your vacuum cleaner bag in the plastic zip-lock bag and throw it away immediately outside in the dumpster. Do not keep the bag in your apt home.
2. You will need to remove all items that are stored under beds, wipe clean, and seal in plastic bags or sealed totes.
3. You must remove all linens from your beds, wash in HOT water and then dry using a clothes dryer. DO NOT put the linens back on the bed until the treatment has been rendered. All clothing should be washed be washed before our treatment and then stored in either Chester (sic) drawers, (the clothes should be sealed in plastic bags before you put them into the drawers) or storage bins with lids that seal.
4. You will need to remove everything from the walls of each room throughout the apt, leaving a cleared space of 3-4 feet so we can get to those areas to render the necessary treatment.
5. Please DO NOT remove the mattresses and box springs from the room that they are in
6. You will need to remove ALL animals (birds, cats, dogs, etc) from the apt during our treatment and remain out of the apt for a period of four hours after the treatment has been performed.
So you know, no biggie. A little light dusting. Couple of zip-lock sandwich baggies to hold every article of clothing I own. Piece of cake.
Needless to say, I'm not happy. The only reason I'm not bitching and moaning at the 'apartment home' office is that I coincidentally have to travel to Chicago on Tuesday so my dogs will be at the kennel anyway. Otherwise, that would have compounded the bullshit hassle meter X 100.
I have seen no signs of them in my apt, but you better fucking believe I'm going to be feeling them crawling all over and sucking blood for the next 3 fucking nights before they have 'rendered treatment'.
Bedbugs. WTF?
7/27/2009
Suddenly everything has changed
So July has basically happened. Here is a random list of things from this month:
1. I was on a shaky carny Bullet ride with an 11 year old boy who freaked out when we reached the top and screamed bloody murder to be let off. All of Akron heard his freak.
2. I caught an 8 inch rock bass in Big Long Lake and released it. Limit is 15 inches because clearly the lake is a size queen.
3. I drank shitty beer at a brewery in Jefferson City MO while a bunch of suburban middle-aged hipsters (such as) played in a bocce ball tourney and had cutesy/ironic shirts with team names like Rolling Balls of Thunder and Bocce-celli Girls.
4. I went to a Cubs/Nats baseball game. It was as boring as I remember baseball being. I'm instituting a 5 inning rule in the event that I am taken to any subsequent games. Five innings is just enough time to have a hotdog, a few beers, scope the crowd for hotties, and be done before the crowds leave and you are stuck at Navy Yard in a throng of people with no way out of the Metro and about to lose your mind.
5. Divorced Blackberry and am sleeping with iPhone. I like like it, but I'm not in love with it. Yet. So I'm kinda seeing them both and neither one knows.
6. I have discovered a new species of Evaluati Whinerous. As a member of that phylum, I understand the sentiment, but cannot abide by the insufferable kvetching of that genus. My patience has run thin so pull yourselves together and buck up!
7. My new Boos Block cutting board probably makes me happier than it should. I did not realize that they are made in Effingham IL, which as you all know, is home to one big-ass highway Jesus cross. I will not hold this against my cutting board however.
8. Here is a brief text exchange that occurred yesterday with my strai friend A:
A: I don't think you even want to know what i did last night
Me: You better just tell me because I'm probably the only one who won't judge.
A: Well there was no coke but...
A: Sad and lots of boobs.
Me: Did you go to a strip club?
A: Uh yes.
Me: That is sad. Who did you go with and where? Or more impt, why?
A: That's what I'd like to know. It was not fun.
The end.
1. I was on a shaky carny Bullet ride with an 11 year old boy who freaked out when we reached the top and screamed bloody murder to be let off. All of Akron heard his freak.
2. I caught an 8 inch rock bass in Big Long Lake and released it. Limit is 15 inches because clearly the lake is a size queen.
3. I drank shitty beer at a brewery in Jefferson City MO while a bunch of suburban middle-aged hipsters (such as) played in a bocce ball tourney and had cutesy/ironic shirts with team names like Rolling Balls of Thunder and Bocce-celli Girls.
4. I went to a Cubs/Nats baseball game. It was as boring as I remember baseball being. I'm instituting a 5 inning rule in the event that I am taken to any subsequent games. Five innings is just enough time to have a hotdog, a few beers, scope the crowd for hotties, and be done before the crowds leave and you are stuck at Navy Yard in a throng of people with no way out of the Metro and about to lose your mind.
5. Divorced Blackberry and am sleeping with iPhone. I like like it, but I'm not in love with it. Yet. So I'm kinda seeing them both and neither one knows.
6. I have discovered a new species of Evaluati Whinerous. As a member of that phylum, I understand the sentiment, but cannot abide by the insufferable kvetching of that genus. My patience has run thin so pull yourselves together and buck up!
7. My new Boos Block cutting board probably makes me happier than it should. I did not realize that they are made in Effingham IL, which as you all know, is home to one big-ass highway Jesus cross. I will not hold this against my cutting board however.
8. Here is a brief text exchange that occurred yesterday with my strai friend A:
A: I don't think you even want to know what i did last night
Me: You better just tell me because I'm probably the only one who won't judge.
A: Well there was no coke but...
A: Sad and lots of boobs.
Me: Did you go to a strip club?
A: Uh yes.
Me: That is sad. Who did you go with and where? Or more impt, why?
A: That's what I'd like to know. It was not fun.
The end.
4/06/2009
Was it really that bad?
So I'm traveling again. Tomorrow. I spent most of last week in Atlanta which was equal parts exhausting/familiar. I've been to Atl a bunch in the past and one of the last times I was there, I learned the very hard lesson that you cannot have your cake and eat it too. So you know, Atlanta tends to remind me of a woman, naturally. I am pretty sure we drove by where she lived, but who can remember those details anymore. My big mistake was being just a little too young to know the score. Ah well, lesson learned.
So what was my point? Traveling? Being tired? Something like that. I'm off to Oklahoma City and the cities are all starting to blend together over the past year. Friday when I got to Reagan after that never-ending week in Atl, I just could not deal with people. I still am having trouble. It's like, when you are confronted with strangers constantly, having to look at them or hear them talk, you just get overloaded by the mere fact of humanity. Or maybe that's just me. And coming back here where there are so many and except for probably about a couple dozen of those millions, I know none of them. So it's not like coming back home to someone familiar, it's constantly coming back home to a million strangers whose faces and bodies just kinda intrude, you know? Plus it's tourist season here. Plus I'm feeling existential. Plus work is stressful. And I've been sick and the headache never goes away. Plus I just miss open sky and grass. So it goes.
So Oklahoma City, be kind.
So what was my point? Traveling? Being tired? Something like that. I'm off to Oklahoma City and the cities are all starting to blend together over the past year. Friday when I got to Reagan after that never-ending week in Atl, I just could not deal with people. I still am having trouble. It's like, when you are confronted with strangers constantly, having to look at them or hear them talk, you just get overloaded by the mere fact of humanity. Or maybe that's just me. And coming back here where there are so many and except for probably about a couple dozen of those millions, I know none of them. So it's not like coming back home to someone familiar, it's constantly coming back home to a million strangers whose faces and bodies just kinda intrude, you know? Plus it's tourist season here. Plus I'm feeling existential. Plus work is stressful. And I've been sick and the headache never goes away. Plus I just miss open sky and grass. So it goes.
So Oklahoma City, be kind.
1/06/2009
Take me to the riot
Holla. So let's see, Christmas happened. And then the New Year came/went. I made a resolution to bitch less and as a result, I have nothing to left to say! Heh. Actually, things are ok, I am staying positive, all is well etc etc.
I will say, though, that I am getting a little concerned by what are in essence dire warnings from the DC peeps about THE HUGE CROWDS EXPECTED and how public transportation will be AT CRUSHING LEVELS and the city will be in virtual GRIDLOCK ROADS CLOSED TRAINS PACKED and how people should expect to STAND FOR 8 HOURS SHOULDER TO SHOULDER with other people. ps. TAINTED MILK! And so on, along those lines. Every day the papers/radio/internets around here have inauguration updates and planning tips (e.g., "Uh, yeah, you probably don't want to leave your house, sorry" - DC Metro).
ETA: For those that think I'm exaggerating about TAINTED MILK!, here is a link to download the 9 page press release entitled: 2009 Presidential Inaugural Law Enforcement and Public Safety Public Affairs Subcommittee Announces Joint Transportation Plan which details road closures and warnings about taking your babies or grandmas to the event.
Having never been in this city for such an event, I am already prepared for the worst. The good thing is that they are giving us Inaug day off, which hello, if people actually had to commute into work you might as well forget it. So my particular plan is to lay in about four days worth of provisions next Friday and hunker down. Thus, as much as I love people and being in huge crowds and jammed on trains and forced to touch strangers, I will be passing on attending any of these historic events. Sorry, you will not be receiving any Twits from me on the frontlines reporting on Sasha's pigtails or Joe B's facelift.
As an aside, yesterday, WTOP online reported on the girls' first day of school and this was an actual sentence in the news: "Sasha was carrying a pink Trans backpack by Jansport and wore a brown coat and her hair in pigtails". Now those kids are dang cute, but wha?? If this town is so giddy and in love with the Obamas, why don't they marry them? Ah, it's ok, after 8 years of hell, even a pink Jansport looks a little like heaven. It's kind of cute the way people are here, they almost seem..dare I say, happy? I have even heard laughter on the Metro of late. Actual human sounds signaling happiness. No one makes a peep on those trains usually. Yeah, it's weird. Oh well, it's a New Year and people are allowed to hope/change/be happy. I know I have signed up for that myself.
So yes, aside from work and attempting to engage in life a bit more, that's what's been going on here. Good times, good times..
Oh and one more thing, I am clearly more in touch with my feelings than normal because this video makes me want to shed a wee tear and find my own elephant:
Goodnight!
I will say, though, that I am getting a little concerned by what are in essence dire warnings from the DC peeps about THE HUGE CROWDS EXPECTED and how public transportation will be AT CRUSHING LEVELS and the city will be in virtual GRIDLOCK ROADS CLOSED TRAINS PACKED and how people should expect to STAND FOR 8 HOURS SHOULDER TO SHOULDER with other people. ps. TAINTED MILK! And so on, along those lines. Every day the papers/radio/internets around here have inauguration updates and planning tips (e.g., "Uh, yeah, you probably don't want to leave your house, sorry" - DC Metro).
ETA: For those that think I'm exaggerating about TAINTED MILK!, here is a link to download the 9 page press release entitled: 2009 Presidential Inaugural Law Enforcement and Public Safety Public Affairs Subcommittee Announces Joint Transportation Plan which details road closures and warnings about taking your babies or grandmas to the event.
Having never been in this city for such an event, I am already prepared for the worst. The good thing is that they are giving us Inaug day off, which hello, if people actually had to commute into work you might as well forget it. So my particular plan is to lay in about four days worth of provisions next Friday and hunker down. Thus, as much as I love people and being in huge crowds and jammed on trains and forced to touch strangers, I will be passing on attending any of these historic events. Sorry, you will not be receiving any Twits from me on the frontlines reporting on Sasha's pigtails or Joe B's facelift.
As an aside, yesterday, WTOP online reported on the girls' first day of school and this was an actual sentence in the news: "Sasha was carrying a pink Trans backpack by Jansport and wore a brown coat and her hair in pigtails". Now those kids are dang cute, but wha?? If this town is so giddy and in love with the Obamas, why don't they marry them? Ah, it's ok, after 8 years of hell, even a pink Jansport looks a little like heaven. It's kind of cute the way people are here, they almost seem..dare I say, happy? I have even heard laughter on the Metro of late. Actual human sounds signaling happiness. No one makes a peep on those trains usually. Yeah, it's weird. Oh well, it's a New Year and people are allowed to hope/change/be happy. I know I have signed up for that myself.
So yes, aside from work and attempting to engage in life a bit more, that's what's been going on here. Good times, good times..
Oh and one more thing, I am clearly more in touch with my feelings than normal because this video makes me want to shed a wee tear and find my own elephant:
Goodnight!
12/14/2008
Traveling again
In an attempt to change my brain chemistry from negative to positive, I am going to join millions of others today and go look for an Xmas tree with/for The Agent and do a little Xmas shopping. Retail therapy: Just as expensive as real therapy but with less talk/more walk.
I am heading out tomorrow for my final work trip of the year to the great state of Missouri. I enjoyed my last visit there I must say and as you know, I hold no grudges against this red state. For those of you counting at home, I have traveled for work 15 different times this year at an average of 3 days per trip which means that I have spent at least 1.5 months or 45 days away from DC this year. See how I reframed this from something negative (all that travel) into something positive (time spent out of the city)? Baby steps, baby steps.
What's funny about traveling and/or my life is that for the past 15 years or so, I always feel like I am living this Dar Williams song over and over again (click here to download):
I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels
More things to leave behind, now it's all in a day for the modern mind
And I am traveling again
Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?
And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason, that I had to go
When all I know is I can never come back.
I suppose it's better than living February again and again. So there's that.
See how this reframing thing works? Strength-based positive outlook, here I come!
I am heading out tomorrow for my final work trip of the year to the great state of Missouri. I enjoyed my last visit there I must say and as you know, I hold no grudges against this red state. For those of you counting at home, I have traveled for work 15 different times this year at an average of 3 days per trip which means that I have spent at least 1.5 months or 45 days away from DC this year. See how I reframed this from something negative (all that travel) into something positive (time spent out of the city)? Baby steps, baby steps.
What's funny about traveling and/or my life is that for the past 15 years or so, I always feel like I am living this Dar Williams song over and over again (click here to download):
I think it started with driving, more speed, more deals, more sky, more wheels
More things to leave behind, now it's all in a day for the modern mind
And I am traveling again
Calling this a ghost town, and where is the heartland?
And I'm afraid, oh, was there any good reason, that I had to go
When all I know is I can never come back.
I suppose it's better than living February again and again. So there's that.
See how this reframing thing works? Strength-based positive outlook, here I come!
8/19/2008
I got your cotton crown
Hello to you too. First, I can't believe it's only Tues. I feel like it's been two weeks crammed into 48 hours. Long long days and the pleasing balm of the Midwest is starting to wear off. Remember when I was all like, "Oh people are ok, the city is liveable I guess, it ain't no big thang" when I got back from my vacation? Yeah, that was nice. Apparently, a dose of the MW only lasts me 31 days. It's kinda like forgetting you're a gal until that fateful day in 7th grade when you are wearing white pants and whoops, your 31 day cycle is up, hello real world - time for the menstrual hut! Which, honestly, does not sound so bad, at least I'd be left alone.
Yeah I went there, but trust me, I have been reduced to being brutally honest and frank. This means that I am going to have to play the bad guy this week and call out someone who's ego is larger than his skillset. There is a 3 year bubble after someone receives a PhD that makes them truly insufferable. The sense of entitlement and know-it-allness without any real experience is irksome. I was that way myself when I was a wee young thing, but now I will not tolerate that kind of bullshit. So yeah, if I question whether you know your shit, it's probably because you haven't shown me anything to prove otherwise and those letters after your name aren't going to make it so. Yeah. You know, I don't have a problem being direct, but man. It just takes energy that I could spend on other things. Like reading a book. Or learning French. Or buying strippers and cocaine.
Don't mind me, I'm about to be reminded that I'm a woman! Goodnight to you!
ps. Vivvy, I say to you: I share your appreciation for the semicolon; however, I am more enamored of the ellipsis...
Yeah I went there, but trust me, I have been reduced to being brutally honest and frank. This means that I am going to have to play the bad guy this week and call out someone who's ego is larger than his skillset. There is a 3 year bubble after someone receives a PhD that makes them truly insufferable. The sense of entitlement and know-it-allness without any real experience is irksome. I was that way myself when I was a wee young thing, but now I will not tolerate that kind of bullshit. So yeah, if I question whether you know your shit, it's probably because you haven't shown me anything to prove otherwise and those letters after your name aren't going to make it so. Yeah. You know, I don't have a problem being direct, but man. It just takes energy that I could spend on other things. Like reading a book. Or learning French. Or buying strippers and cocaine.
Don't mind me, I'm about to be reminded that I'm a woman! Goodnight to you!
ps. Vivvy, I say to you: I share your appreciation for the semicolon; however, I am more enamored of the ellipsis...
7/08/2008
TFG
So quickly, I am leaving on Thurs for a much needed vacation. Dear reader, have you noticed that I am a bitter miserable people-hating person right now who is so very near a meltdown/breakdown/ho-down that it is possible that I may not actually even make it to Thurs? Have you noticed my poor attitude and the fact that I am no longer able to breathe?
It's ok if you haven't, I know you're busy. Worrying about my deteriorating mental state is not a part of your job description, it's cool. Let us all trust that 9 days away from Dumb City and my robotech job will partially cure what ails me. I am making myself inaccessible to anyone with a 703 or 202 area code. I will be on a pontoon on a lake in Northern Indiana, I will be in a field with my people in Kansas, I will not be here in this place.
I am also trusting that when(if?) I come back, I will be rested and renewed or at the very least, I will have a plan in place for achieving such a state. There are plans and potentials and possibilities. We shall see what develops. I am hoping this not only for myself, but for the safety of others.
I am contemplating not taking my computer but I promise to take pictures and have stories to tell of what I can only imagine will be exploitations/corruptions/disruptions and all around Midwestern shenanigans. I am going to leave you with a pretty picture taken by (correction) my Canadian tourist on the west coast. I bid you farewell!
It's ok if you haven't, I know you're busy. Worrying about my deteriorating mental state is not a part of your job description, it's cool. Let us all trust that 9 days away from Dumb City and my robotech job will partially cure what ails me. I am making myself inaccessible to anyone with a 703 or 202 area code. I will be on a pontoon on a lake in Northern Indiana, I will be in a field with my people in Kansas, I will not be here in this place.
I am also trusting that when(if?) I come back, I will be rested and renewed or at the very least, I will have a plan in place for achieving such a state. There are plans and potentials and possibilities. We shall see what develops. I am hoping this not only for myself, but for the safety of others.
I am contemplating not taking my computer but I promise to take pictures and have stories to tell of what I can only imagine will be exploitations/corruptions/disruptions and all around Midwestern shenanigans. I am going to leave you with a pretty picture taken by (correction) my Canadian tourist on the west coast. I bid you farewell!
7/02/2008
..if you don't
I'm on a My Morning Jacket kick right now while simultaneously attempting to find fresh air and negotiating the impossible once again. Three days of meetings and barely getting by, this is what's been saving me on the damn Metro.
Click below to download some bootleg MMJ from Bonnaroo and let it sink in, trust me, it will save you.
1. Now we are dealing with something else - Smokin from Shootin
2. What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite? Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us? - Librarian
3. I need a human right by my side, untied, untied - Touch Me I'm Going to Scream
8 More days until a vacation..lord help me.
Click below to download some bootleg MMJ from Bonnaroo and let it sink in, trust me, it will save you.
1. Now we are dealing with something else - Smokin from Shootin
2. What is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite? Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us? - Librarian
3. I need a human right by my side, untied, untied - Touch Me I'm Going to Scream
8 More days until a vacation..lord help me.
6/12/2008
6/03/2008
36 25.07.58W, 121 54 54.26W
Well hello to you too. So I am back in DC after a short (but painfully long) trip up to NYC. I am happy to report that I have returned with some of my sanity intact after dealing with a nightmare of a travel situation on Wed. I will not dwell on it further or bore you with details, suffice to say there is a very good reason I am living on the edge these days.
BUT! However and such as, it is Friday night which means two days to recover before I fly out again. Baby steps and small blessings, I cling to thee. Despite all of the above and other such nonsense, I am surprisingly in slightly slightly better spirits than last weekend at this time. Again, baby steps. That sad sac of wine is still in my frig waiting to be finished, and I will do so this weekend, but I do so not out of a need to dull every sense possible and blot out all coherent thought, but out of the simple joy of knowing that I only have two more trips to make and then I am DUN for awhile. I have carved out a week in July in which I will leave this city and all cities and go back to the Midwest to see only my people and grass and space and open roads and such. TFG is what I say to that.
So I have my dogs back and I am going to do what I assume normal people do on the weekend which will be to chill the fuck out. I hope yours is a good one too, don't hit that wine sac too hard = pay for it later. Goodday!
ETA: It's good to know that should I find myself floating dead in the Potomac right by where I work, Wonder Woman will find me.
BUT! However and such as, it is Friday night which means two days to recover before I fly out again. Baby steps and small blessings, I cling to thee. Despite all of the above and other such nonsense, I am surprisingly in slightly slightly better spirits than last weekend at this time. Again, baby steps. That sad sac of wine is still in my frig waiting to be finished, and I will do so this weekend, but I do so not out of a need to dull every sense possible and blot out all coherent thought, but out of the simple joy of knowing that I only have two more trips to make and then I am DUN for awhile. I have carved out a week in July in which I will leave this city and all cities and go back to the Midwest to see only my people and grass and space and open roads and such. TFG is what I say to that.
So I have my dogs back and I am going to do what I assume normal people do on the weekend which will be to chill the fuck out. I hope yours is a good one too, don't hit that wine sac too hard = pay for it later. Goodday!
ETA: It's good to know that should I find myself floating dead in the Potomac right by where I work, Wonder Woman will find me.
5/25/2008
Memorial day
So, briefly, I have an invite to the WH tomorrow to attend the goings on with my stepmom. She's in town from Indiana for the whole wreath laying thing and I will be going with her if for no other reason than to see the inside of the WH (and of course, honor those who died). I personally sacrificed my mental health braving the monuments and the crowds with her today so in some small way, I feel like I've paid a price too.
He Who Must Not Be Named will be there since I guess technically he's still semi-relevant for such things. I trust that he will not actually talk to me given that any response I would have would get me tossed out. I'll certainly report back on the details if they prove interesting enough. I'm not going to pass up this kind of opportunity just b/c I'm not happy (understatement) with the current tenant. I mean hello, I gotta scout out my office for when Hills makes her improbable comeback.
I can feel your jealousy from here. Do not deny such things.
ETA: So here are a few pix I took with my phone from this morning. Frankly, I was kind of suspicious that the invite was even legit when my stepmom told me about it so once we made it past the east gate on to the grounds of the WH, I was like ok, roll with it, you know? And then there was this huge spread for breakfast in the dining room, it was quite surreal. I had some fresh berries and cream under that pix of Abe. Crazy. Like who does that except the visiting head of state of Whereverland.
(Aside: All the rooms were decorated in a style I like to call Tacky Old Splendor. In the dining room, there were crushed gold velvet curtains that, in a pinch, one could fashion into Scarlet O'Hara/Carol Burnett. Lots of old pictures and knick knacks, none of which were small enough to fit in my pocket, not that I would ever consider pilfering of course hello)
And then, we all stood in line (there were about 100 or so various/sundry guests) and each had our picture taken with GWB. I know, I know, but it was hard to turn down the chance. Dance with the devil, I say. My stepmom asked if he was going to have a long day (b/c you know, he barely runs the country anymore so what does he do) and he jokingly said to ask him that at 9pm tonight and I said 'yeah, I read that was your bedtime' and he laughed. If he weren't a potential war criminal, he'd be a kinda fun guy maybe.
We all then got escorted out to Arlington Cem and sat in the sun for the ceremony to honor those who have died fighting. It was hard to be there listening to him talk while feeling that he is responsible for 4000+ of them in Iraq. Lots of ambivalence this morning to be sure.
Anyway, here are a few pix:
This one is looking out the window of the WH towards Constitution Ave, where if you were a tourist, you'd look through the gates up at the house. You can see the curve and columns of the front:
Bill was hanging out in an entry way near the orange juice and coffee:
Hill, on the other hand, was downstairs in a hallway right near the women's restroom, hmmm:
Laura was at the ceremony, sitting on the far right. Her face never moved, I kept checking:
He Who Shall Not Be Named:
We got an official proclamation souvenir and I got an unofficial souvenir - a White House restroom paper hand drying towel. Yes, it came to that, I have no shame:
When we are mailed our copies of photos with GWB, I shall share that with you - that's really the money shot, is it not?
So there you go, a run down of my morning. I didn't take as many pix as I could have but you know, gotta live in the moment. Hopefully next time I'm in the WH, we'll all be more excited about the occupant, yes?
He Who Must Not Be Named will be there since I guess technically he's still semi-relevant for such things. I trust that he will not actually talk to me given that any response I would have would get me tossed out. I'll certainly report back on the details if they prove interesting enough. I'm not going to pass up this kind of opportunity just b/c I'm not happy (understatement) with the current tenant. I mean hello, I gotta scout out my office for when Hills makes her improbable comeback.
I can feel your jealousy from here. Do not deny such things.
ETA: So here are a few pix I took with my phone from this morning. Frankly, I was kind of suspicious that the invite was even legit when my stepmom told me about it so once we made it past the east gate on to the grounds of the WH, I was like ok, roll with it, you know? And then there was this huge spread for breakfast in the dining room, it was quite surreal. I had some fresh berries and cream under that pix of Abe. Crazy. Like who does that except the visiting head of state of Whereverland.
(Aside: All the rooms were decorated in a style I like to call Tacky Old Splendor. In the dining room, there were crushed gold velvet curtains that, in a pinch, one could fashion into Scarlet O'Hara/Carol Burnett. Lots of old pictures and knick knacks, none of which were small enough to fit in my pocket, not that I would ever consider pilfering of course hello)
And then, we all stood in line (there were about 100 or so various/sundry guests) and each had our picture taken with GWB. I know, I know, but it was hard to turn down the chance. Dance with the devil, I say. My stepmom asked if he was going to have a long day (b/c you know, he barely runs the country anymore so what does he do) and he jokingly said to ask him that at 9pm tonight and I said 'yeah, I read that was your bedtime' and he laughed. If he weren't a potential war criminal, he'd be a kinda fun guy maybe.
We all then got escorted out to Arlington Cem and sat in the sun for the ceremony to honor those who have died fighting. It was hard to be there listening to him talk while feeling that he is responsible for 4000+ of them in Iraq. Lots of ambivalence this morning to be sure.
Anyway, here are a few pix:
This one is looking out the window of the WH towards Constitution Ave, where if you were a tourist, you'd look through the gates up at the house. You can see the curve and columns of the front:
Bill was hanging out in an entry way near the orange juice and coffee:
Hill, on the other hand, was downstairs in a hallway right near the women's restroom, hmmm:
Laura was at the ceremony, sitting on the far right. Her face never moved, I kept checking:
He Who Shall Not Be Named:
We got an official proclamation souvenir and I got an unofficial souvenir - a White House restroom paper hand drying towel. Yes, it came to that, I have no shame:
When we are mailed our copies of photos with GWB, I shall share that with you - that's really the money shot, is it not?
So there you go, a run down of my morning. I didn't take as many pix as I could have but you know, gotta live in the moment. Hopefully next time I'm in the WH, we'll all be more excited about the occupant, yes?
4/15/2008
Hi from Tampa!
I need not remind you that saying Hi in Tampa is very similar to greeting each other in you know where. Yeah, that never gets old and trust me, I plan to link to that every single opportunity I get, which will be many BTW.
So yes, I am now in Florida and I have to say, who does not love an orange? No one and those who do, well, I have nothing left to say to them. How can you make a screwdriver without one is my question. The answer = you can't, case closed and end of story.
I'm here until Friday and one thing I have learned about traveling is that 1) it makes your days blur together to the point where you are no longer sure if you are coming/going and/or what the actual day/date/time is anymore and 2) if you are getting older as I tend to do every year, the change in pressure from flying swells up joints and more specifically my knee which I have never had any issues with and you begin to hobble a bit like you never did before and it reminds you that you are one more step closer to death and as a result, you become living proof of terror management theory and start to hate anyone who is not you. Not that I hate people, but you know.
Not sure where I was going with that, but hey, I am in the land of oranges so what can you do? I do have to say that (non-sequiturorially) as much as I love the Pope, I am glad not to be in DC right now dealing with the Masses. Yes, that's all I got in the way of Pope-jokes. Lame yes. Anyway, apparently it will be a logistical and commuter nightmare that I am thankful to his Father that I am not there to have to deal with. Plus actually, no offense, but not such a fan of the P so I kinda lied about the love. Feeling more ambivalent about him in general if I must put a word to it. And this concludes possibly all I have to say about Ponty.
It is clear that my swollen knee and the vodka tonic and Florida are conspiring to make me have a wee touch of the WTF-pergers so I shall end this now before more damage is done. Rest assured, there will be some ETAs while I'm here with blurry Blackberry pictures of what I can only hope and pray is an actual orange. I will find one for you and photo it - or if not, something equally exciting if that is at all possible which at this point, I have my doubts.
And with that I bid you goodnight!
ETA1: I did a bit of googling this morning over my knee condition and with the help of a wonderful medical site and this amazing picture below, I have self-diagnosed:
I clearly have a pail of water lodged in my knee and only your steady hand and patience can help. Are you up to the task?
ETA2: I think this is an approximate outtake from that vid re: living/loving/fighting/fucking - like aren't there palm trees and such? Women on motra-cycles in tight dresses with mustaches etc?
ps. They pour strong drinks in Tampa I have found - attempts to minimize typos proving difficult therefore goodnight!
So yes, I am now in Florida and I have to say, who does not love an orange? No one and those who do, well, I have nothing left to say to them. How can you make a screwdriver without one is my question. The answer = you can't, case closed and end of story.
I'm here until Friday and one thing I have learned about traveling is that 1) it makes your days blur together to the point where you are no longer sure if you are coming/going and/or what the actual day/date/time is anymore and 2) if you are getting older as I tend to do every year, the change in pressure from flying swells up joints and more specifically my knee which I have never had any issues with and you begin to hobble a bit like you never did before and it reminds you that you are one more step closer to death and as a result, you become living proof of terror management theory and start to hate anyone who is not you. Not that I hate people, but you know.
Not sure where I was going with that, but hey, I am in the land of oranges so what can you do? I do have to say that (non-sequiturorially) as much as I love the Pope, I am glad not to be in DC right now dealing with the Masses. Yes, that's all I got in the way of Pope-jokes. Lame yes. Anyway, apparently it will be a logistical and commuter nightmare that I am thankful to his Father that I am not there to have to deal with. Plus actually, no offense, but not such a fan of the P so I kinda lied about the love. Feeling more ambivalent about him in general if I must put a word to it. And this concludes possibly all I have to say about Ponty.
It is clear that my swollen knee and the vodka tonic and Florida are conspiring to make me have a wee touch of the WTF-pergers so I shall end this now before more damage is done. Rest assured, there will be some ETAs while I'm here with blurry Blackberry pictures of what I can only hope and pray is an actual orange. I will find one for you and photo it - or if not, something equally exciting if that is at all possible which at this point, I have my doubts.
And with that I bid you goodnight!
ETA1: I did a bit of googling this morning over my knee condition and with the help of a wonderful medical site and this amazing picture below, I have self-diagnosed:
I clearly have a pail of water lodged in my knee and only your steady hand and patience can help. Are you up to the task?
ETA2: I think this is an approximate outtake from that vid re: living/loving/fighting/fucking - like aren't there palm trees and such? Women on motra-cycles in tight dresses with mustaches etc?
ps. They pour strong drinks in Tampa I have found - attempts to minimize typos proving difficult therefore goodnight!
2/12/2008
outer loop closed, inner loop open
Well, I braved the ominous ICE STORM WARNING to vote for Hillary tonight after work. It most definitely is bad out and apparently, people have been stuck on some highways not moving for hours. I'm going to assess tomorrow whether I will "work from home". It didn't take me that long to get home (unlike the great 3 Hour Commute of 07) and I am not one to bitch too much about the weather. I reserve my wrath for people who can't deal with it. In fact, I am a long time Weather Channel geek and it's been awhile since I posted a radar picture. Consider it done.
And with that, I am going to make a vodka tonic and shake off this long day off. Way way too much "negotiating the impossible" going on this week. By the end of it, I may be reduced to but a shell, wrung of all ability to empathize and/or communicate with other human beings. I'm already practicing my new piece of advice: You are on your own, tiny dancer, shine on or fade out.
And with that, I am going to make a vodka tonic and shake off this long day off. Way way too much "negotiating the impossible" going on this week. By the end of it, I may be reduced to but a shell, wrung of all ability to empathize and/or communicate with other human beings. I'm already practicing my new piece of advice: You are on your own, tiny dancer, shine on or fade out.
1/25/2008
bad beat on the river
So tonight I had plans to go play poker and hustle some cash from the youth of America but by the end of the day, my energy level was zero and I just decided to grab a bottle of wine at the handy right-by-my-work Metro station and head home. Middle-age rears its ugly head. Plus I have this knot in my shoulder that is making it impossible for me to think of anything else, let alone dusting off my Texas Hold Em skillz. But the good thing is that I have now located a poker game and don't think I won't be playing in the future. I am there.
Speaking of the Metro, I got stuck yesterday for 45 minutes somewhere between stations right before Foggy Bottom b/c there was a fire or something somewhere. If a bird flaps its wings in Saskatoon, the DC Metro experiences residual delays on the red line. I've been having some success lately in pretending no one else exists on the train but me during my commute, but frankly, shit like this does not help. I really really used to like people before I moved here, I swear, but I can't say I won't be the first one cheering when the gamma rays work their magic on humanity.
Definitely a dog walk in the woods tomorrow is in order. It's supposed to snow again which makes me happy. Dogs. Woods. No people. Snow. Cold. Whatever it takes, you know?
Speaking of the Metro, I got stuck yesterday for 45 minutes somewhere between stations right before Foggy Bottom b/c there was a fire or something somewhere. If a bird flaps its wings in Saskatoon, the DC Metro experiences residual delays on the red line. I've been having some success lately in pretending no one else exists on the train but me during my commute, but frankly, shit like this does not help. I really really used to like people before I moved here, I swear, but I can't say I won't be the first one cheering when the gamma rays work their magic on humanity.
Definitely a dog walk in the woods tomorrow is in order. It's supposed to snow again which makes me happy. Dogs. Woods. No people. Snow. Cold. Whatever it takes, you know?
12/02/2007
object and thing
Ah, well, here I am again. Saying things. However, I am now able to do so because I have spent/am spending this weekend totally recharging my battery and it is working. You know, if I can't be out on a prairie in Kansas to recharge, I can learn to adapt to my new environment in productive and healthy ways.
So naturally, Fri night I drank like a lifetime of vodka tonics and went to a girl bar in DC with two of the three ppl I know in this city. Here's a hint: This is an example of what I should not have done and that whole learning to adapt process. When you are sick of dealing with people, or missing certain people, or at the end of your rope, or having an existential crisis about being Too Much Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone Enough, the last place you want to be is in a noisy small bar on lesbian-on-Fri-nights-only-night that's cranking Soulja Boy or whatever and having a "playa" come up on yo ass and dry hump it like this actually works for her? I think I shall pass. One more Stoli and tonic please. Why am I here? Who are these people? If a butterfly flaps its wings in Tibet, will that make this night end any faster? Short answer to all of the above = 42.
So, yesterday, with lesson learned firmly in place, I approached my day differently. I called Canada in the morning, I went and had a massage, and then for the rest of the day, I made it a point/priority/goal not to see or talk to another human being. This is what I am talking about. I took the dogs for a long long walk in the woods near here, checked out leaves and stuff on the ground, let them wade around in a creek running through the woods, listened to nothing but crunching of my feet, saw only two or three people way off in the distance, breathed fresh fresh crisp air. You have no idea. Then I came back and listened to music, spent a long leisurely time cooking (lasagna), chilled the fuck out basically. I slept hard, dreamed about crazy shit, and didn't get up until 930 this morning.
I intend to do similar things today with again a heavy emphasis on no human contact or conversation. That is clearly the key for me this weekend. I'm doing some laundry, will clean a little bit as the motivation hits me, maybe watch some football, have yummy leftovers, and read a new book I got, The Map That Changed the World. I will not get out of my sleep pants and tshirt. I will not get in my car. I will not wash my hair. I will pretend people don't exist in my world for a while longer. I will not think about work or the metro or that city or anything that remotely causes any amount of mental stress/anguish/ennui. You with me on that? Life will be good again.
So naturally, Fri night I drank like a lifetime of vodka tonics and went to a girl bar in DC with two of the three ppl I know in this city. Here's a hint: This is an example of what I should not have done and that whole learning to adapt process. When you are sick of dealing with people, or missing certain people, or at the end of your rope, or having an existential crisis about being Too Much Alone In This World, Yet Not Alone Enough, the last place you want to be is in a noisy small bar on lesbian-on-Fri-nights-only-night that's cranking Soulja Boy or whatever and having a "playa" come up on yo ass and dry hump it like this actually works for her? I think I shall pass. One more Stoli and tonic please. Why am I here? Who are these people? If a butterfly flaps its wings in Tibet, will that make this night end any faster? Short answer to all of the above = 42.
So, yesterday, with lesson learned firmly in place, I approached my day differently. I called Canada in the morning, I went and had a massage, and then for the rest of the day, I made it a point/priority/goal not to see or talk to another human being. This is what I am talking about. I took the dogs for a long long walk in the woods near here, checked out leaves and stuff on the ground, let them wade around in a creek running through the woods, listened to nothing but crunching of my feet, saw only two or three people way off in the distance, breathed fresh fresh crisp air. You have no idea. Then I came back and listened to music, spent a long leisurely time cooking (lasagna), chilled the fuck out basically. I slept hard, dreamed about crazy shit, and didn't get up until 930 this morning.
I intend to do similar things today with again a heavy emphasis on no human contact or conversation. That is clearly the key for me this weekend. I'm doing some laundry, will clean a little bit as the motivation hits me, maybe watch some football, have yummy leftovers, and read a new book I got, The Map That Changed the World. I will not get out of my sleep pants and tshirt. I will not get in my car. I will not wash my hair. I will pretend people don't exist in my world for a while longer. I will not think about work or the metro or that city or anything that remotely causes any amount of mental stress/anguish/ennui. You with me on that? Life will be good again.
11/20/2007
lets put our heads together/start a new country up
Well clearly I've been very busy selecting my new blog template which has totally cut into my posting time. You know how it is, picking out the scheme..choosing the colors..psychologically adapting to visual change..attempting to see if you can figure out how to edit and/or change and/or configure and/or do anything remotely graphically design-related and realizing sadly that no, though you may have many skills, that is not one of them and/or admitting defeat in light of that.
..which is a long way of not saying that I've been near-death busy at work and near-breakdown-too-many-fucking-ppl-in-this-city on the metro to deal. So yeah, pretty blue colors. Too bad I couldn't add anything more original than that. (ETA: Though I did add a button where you can play my "radio station" from last.fm which I think is a pretty alright widget thing in the grand scheme of widgets and things).
I may try to liveblog a bit from my Thanksgiving excursion but to be honest, I will be way too busy soaking in a hottub in Cleveland and consuming alcoholic beverages and whatnot to think about getting on this computer much. But you never know, I may have to break in just to gloat about my Jayhawks beating Missouri on Saturday in *gasp* football. What is this, some kind of bizarro universe we are living in? I do not understand this football ranking (#2!?) and possibly BCS bound business I speak of. Does not compute. And naturally such things must occur when I am no longer there to fully appreciate it. Nice. However, I shall be staying with fellow Jayhawks and trust me, we will be watching that game. Hello.
And with that, I bid you a safe holiday. See you on the road in Pennsylvania and/or Ohio with the millions of other suckers traveling. Adieu to you.
ps. In case I have never mentioned it and you have never clicked on the hotspots I have linked over to the right, my old skool blog-crush Mimi Smartypants is consistently HI-larious and today she made me laugh very hard. For god's sake, she's still on Diaryland if that tells you how old skool she is, but man she brings it plus is also Midwestern which is always bonus in my book. Check her out.
..which is a long way of not saying that I've been near-death busy at work and near-breakdown-too-many-fucking-ppl-in-this-city on the metro to deal. So yeah, pretty blue colors. Too bad I couldn't add anything more original than that. (ETA: Though I did add a button where you can play my "radio station" from last.fm which I think is a pretty alright widget thing in the grand scheme of widgets and things).
I may try to liveblog a bit from my Thanksgiving excursion but to be honest, I will be way too busy soaking in a hottub in Cleveland and consuming alcoholic beverages and whatnot to think about getting on this computer much. But you never know, I may have to break in just to gloat about my Jayhawks beating Missouri on Saturday in *gasp* football. What is this, some kind of bizarro universe we are living in? I do not understand this football ranking (#2!?) and possibly BCS bound business I speak of. Does not compute. And naturally such things must occur when I am no longer there to fully appreciate it. Nice. However, I shall be staying with fellow Jayhawks and trust me, we will be watching that game. Hello.
And with that, I bid you a safe holiday. See you on the road in Pennsylvania and/or Ohio with the millions of other suckers traveling. Adieu to you.
ps. In case I have never mentioned it and you have never clicked on the hotspots I have linked over to the right, my old skool blog-crush Mimi Smartypants is consistently HI-larious and today she made me laugh very hard. For god's sake, she's still on Diaryland if that tells you how old skool she is, but man she brings it plus is also Midwestern which is always bonus in my book. Check her out.
10/18/2007
200 bottles of beer on the wall..
So someone asked me today (paraphrasing): "Good lord, why aren't you drinking more?" And frankly, as I sit here taking a late lunch of a few leaves of lettuce, a couple of grapes, and a pineapple slice and about to read/review/extract info from the 7th of 9 100-page government proposals (of varying degrees of clarity/sophistication) in 4 days, I find myself asking the same exact question. Why am I not drinking more? In fact, why am I not drowning in a heroin-laced bathtub of pure tequila right now? Why am I not swimming in a pool of floating vicodins with vodka waves splashing against my face as I sip pure gin through a cocaine flavored straw? Good questions, valid questions, reasonable questions.
ps. I would also ask, if I had time to ask myself and the patience to answer my own questions and the stamina to listen to my response: how have I managed not to have one of those spectacular hair-pulling eye gouging meltdowns on the Metro that you read about in the Washington Post Express mini-paper (for the attention-deficit commuter who only looks at the pictures and does the suduko and that are so annoyingly hawked by chipper paper-handers in the morning at the station entrances and who manage to make saying "Good morning, have a nice day" feel like an obligation to acknowledge and respond in kind which, to be honest, I do not appreciate because I hate people now more than ever)?
ps. I would also ask, if I had time to ask myself and the patience to answer my own questions and the stamina to listen to my response: how have I managed not to have one of those spectacular hair-pulling eye gouging meltdowns on the Metro that you read about in the Washington Post Express mini-paper (for the attention-deficit commuter who only looks at the pictures and does the suduko and that are so annoyingly hawked by chipper paper-handers in the morning at the station entrances and who manage to make saying "Good morning, have a nice day" feel like an obligation to acknowledge and respond in kind which, to be honest, I do not appreciate because I hate people now more than ever)?
9/11/2007
Hi Lady, lovely cape you're wearing!
Well, thanks to Madame Ovary, I've been angsty and all out of sorts the last week or so. The days have been long and fraught with rollercoastery ups and downs, which I do not appreciate or celebrate. In fact, I will playa hate...on myself. Enough of this!
As a result, I have little to report except that I have turned the corner and tomorrow shall be a new day. Hello, fellow Metro commuters, you're looking good..sit closer! Good day to you, DC, love all 3 million of you! Top o' the morn, I-95, moving nice and slow I see! Never mind, the sun will come out, tomorrow...
Why yes, I do miss drugs, thanks for asking!
ps. Completely unrelated, but separated at birth?
Reverend Kane from Poltergeist:
and presidential candidate/L&O actor, Fred Thompson:
Scary, right?
As a result, I have little to report except that I have turned the corner and tomorrow shall be a new day. Hello, fellow Metro commuters, you're looking good..sit closer! Good day to you, DC, love all 3 million of you! Top o' the morn, I-95, moving nice and slow I see! Never mind, the sun will come out, tomorrow...
Why yes, I do miss drugs, thanks for asking!
ps. Completely unrelated, but separated at birth?
Reverend Kane from Poltergeist:
and presidential candidate/L&O actor, Fred Thompson:
Scary, right?
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